"Stop talking about him," Su Nanxing said. "All afternoon, the child hasn't been happy."
Ying Luoyu thanked her, carried his son, held his wife's hand, and left the Lu Family's home.
On the way home, the little guy was unusually quiet, without his usual mischievous energy.
When they got home, Ying Luoyu placed his chubby son on the sofa and didn't say anything to him. He directly asked Tang Ruoqing, "Do you want to take a bath now?"
"I want to soak in the tub," Tang Ruoqing said. "I'm exhausted."
She rarely got a day off, and yet she ended up feeling deeply frustrated.
Though she knew it wasn't right to argue with such a young child, sometimes emotions took over, and it was truly hard to control.
Ying Luoyu held Tang Ruoqing's hand and led her upstairs.
The little fatty called out pitifully, "Daddy…"
No one paid attention to him, leaving him feeling both aggrieved and uneasy.
